When I had my first baby, I remember my Mother saying to me, "Did you ever think you could love someone so much?". I thought how could this be? How is it possible to love this baby so much and what will I do when I have another, there is no way I could love two as much as I love this one.
As it happened, as each child came, I was surprised to find that the capacity for love is never ending, in fact often times its overflowing.
Now my kids are growing, and I find myself in a new place. I wondered when I found out our first grand baby was coming- where will I find the love to give this baby? At that moment I felt a tug on my heart and I knew that she was mine to love. She picked me, she picked our family, and my heart overflows.
On Mothers Day I was given a gift, a new grand baby in December. Again I felt that tug with in my chest, like the whisper of a tiny little hand that has brushed by my heart on its way to settle beneath it's mothers. This baby is already loved...for its hand print is left on my heart.